I heard from the servant that my uncle is here.
Qingxue had nothing to do in the house, so she went out to see her mother and uncle.
This was an unfortunate occasion. I stood outside the hall and looked inside.
The little girl ran into two elders who were flirting with each other, and she was at a loss as to whether to go forward or retreat.
With the light behind it, it stood there like a long stick.
In the room, my uncle had his back to me, holding my mother, who was more than a head shorter than me, in his arms, and he loved her very much.
He wrapped his arms tightly around A Niang's waist, holding her in his arms and leaning her against his chest.
She fell headfirst into his arms, and her mother must have been embarrassed.
The two people's upper bodies were stuck together tightly, exuding a sense of urgency, and their clothes were entangled with each other, which looked inappropriate at first glance.
Look at the hairpin on A Niang's head, and the big box that the two men put aside, and the gold, silver and jewelry inside.
Qingxue, who saw through everything, had no difficulty in guessing that her uncle must have gotten something good and was rushing over to coax her mother.
Just as she was thinking, Yu'er, with her hands weakly resting on the man's chest, looked up unintentionally.
His eyes happened to fall on the door, and he saw his daughter standing there for who knows how long.
Regardless of her pounding heart, the beautiful lady, with her pupils suddenly constricted, hurriedly patted the chest of Zheng Peizhi, the clingy man who was clinging to her.
Afraid that he would not want to let go, the beautiful lady spoke nervously in a low voice.
"Let go, the children are watching outside the door."
The soft and fragrant jade is in my arms, soft and fragrant, with a soft touch that is completely different from my hard muscles, so soft and boneless.
I didn’t understand it before and scoffed at it, but now I experience this wonderful touch myself and I’m really addicted.
The Duke truly felt that he had been too pretentious in the past.
Sniffing the fresh fragrance that rushed into his nose, his dark eyes swept across the obsessed Zheng Peizhi, feeling the force pushing against his chest.
Reluctantly letting go, he stepped back, unable to bear it any longer, lowered his head and sniffed the other person's hair, then left immediately.
The movement was so quick that his wife, who was in his arms, didn't notice it, and Qingxue, who was standing motionless outside the door, also didn't see it because of her perspective.
When she reacted, her mother and uncle inside the door had already let go.
My mother seemed unable to bear it and hid behind my uncle’s tall figure, rubbing her face with her hands.
My uncle was extremely shameless, acting as if he didn't know he was caught red-handed by the younger generation.
He raised his hand and beckoned her in. Qingxue was foolishly and let him in.
She heard Zheng Peizhi speak with love, pointing to the box she had forgotten before.
"My daughter is here. It's just in time. Come and take a look at this box to see if there's anything you like. Take it home and play with it."
Who can understand Qingxue's mood at this moment? It's no different from being with a rich man.
Following the finger, the little girl looked at the open box, and her eyes were fixed on it.
Every treasure bestowed by the palace is a rare and exquisite product.
Treasures that you normally wouldn't even see, let alone wear on your body, were carelessly piled up in boxes, flashing an alluring halo.
Zheng Peizhi saw that the little girl didn't say anything for a long time, staring at him with bright eyes, unable to move her eyes away, and he knew that she liked it.
He is used to loving the daughter his wife gave birth to after ten months of pregnancy, and there is no difference between her and his own flesh and blood.
My heart suddenly softened, and the man waved his hand.
"If you like it, don't waste time choosing it. Just move out."
Without waiting for anyone to react, Zheng Peizhi loudly ordered the servant guarding the door to come in.
These things were moved into the courtyard where Qingxue lived without any explanation.
The little girl swore that she was just looking and was not that greedy.
At best, I can choose one or two things that I like and I will be satisfied.
Looking around, the box was carried far out of the door. Qingxue came to her senses, turned around and twisted her handkerchief to ask for help from her mother behind her uncle.
Yu'er looked at it, just smiled and didn't stop it.
She understood the man's mind and let him do what he wanted.
In a word, why should family members be divided so clearly?
Seeing her mother standing behind her uncle with a smile and nodding at her, the little girl understood.
I said a few words to the two elders and was thinking about the box of treasures.
In less than an incense stick of time, I saw Qingxue walking quickly, waving her handkerchief.
Yu'er and Zheng Peizhi smiled at each other, everything was said without words.
My ex-wife's side is like family.
At the Leng Mansion, the ex-husband Leng Siqian was suddenly awakened from his sleep at night and sat up abruptly.
Logically speaking, his son is promising and his daughter married into a marquis's family as he wished, so he has nothing to worry about. However, the reality is never as good as one wishes.
This night was like many nights before. He woke up suddenly, his face pale, and recalled the scenes in his dream in a bad mood.
"Congratulations, Lord Leng! Congratulations to Madam on marrying a woman who is even more successful than before. You are remarrying into the Duke's Mansion with Master Leng and Miss Leng. It's a great joy."
"Great joy, you motherfucker."
It was pitch black outside and everything was silent.
In the room, Leng Siqian's chest heaved up and down, and he pounded the bed and slapped the quilt in anger.
He used a lot of strength, which shows how strong the fire in his heart was.
Lord Leng was calm and unmoved about his divorce from his ex-wife.
Lord Leng was slightly upset that his ex-wife had found a lover, but it was not a big deal.
His ex-wife found a lover who was younger than him and had a higher rank than him, which broke Mr. Leng's defense.
When his ex-wife remarried with her son and daughter, Lord Leng was deeply upset and lost all face.
Thinking about the rumors that have been lingering in my ears these days, both praise and criticism.
Her words were all meant to belittle him for being blind and not wanting his beautiful wife, and for wanting a divorce.
It would have been better if I had divorced, but now everyone is laughing at me for making wedding clothes for someone else for nothing, and my wife ran away with someone else.
In a short time, Lord Leng, who was suffering from palpitations and shortness of breath, got up again, put on his coat, and came to the study in the night.
In the dim candlelight beside the long table, the man spread out the paper and wrote with his brush.
The brushstrokes are powerful and round, giving people a sense of calm and solemnity.
But if you look closely at the above content, it is completely different and does not match.
Don’t be fooled by Leng Siqian’s arbitrary and domineering behavior on weekdays. He is smooth and smart in getting along with his colleagues. That is all on the surface.
He also has places that outsiders cannot see.
For example, if the child is wronged, especially by the child's mother, the child's father likes to run to the child to complain.
It's far away, thousands of miles away, and it's definitely unrealistic to go there in person, but can we send a message by carrier pigeon?
So he was wronged again by his ex-wife and her lover.
Lord Leng, who appeared indifferent but was crying inside, immediately sent a letter to his son in the military camp thousands of miles away to complain.
Every bit of writing comes from the heart, and is written without stopping at all.
The man picked up the heavy paper, examined it carefully, and was very satisfied.
He blew on the words that had not yet dried, and finally found an outlet for his anger.
The poor Lord Leng was satisfied. He folded the letter, put it in an envelope, sealed it, and wanted to put it on the desk.
After thinking about it and feeling uneasy, he picked up the letter and put it against his chest.
He planned to send it out early tomorrow morning so that his son could see how much injustice his father had suffered at home.
See whether he comes back to side with his mother or his father.
Stand up for your mother and break the unfilial son's legs.
The man in the corridor thought viciously.
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